Otter Creek Don't know why you rescued me

Silverfeather narrowed her eyes. "Sure, go ahead and die for all I care, fucking bitch." she stalked off, fuming. Later, she would reflect that she had been bitchy for the past few days. It had not been the same her that had rescued the fox from the frozen lake, nor the one that was amiable and friendly. As she stormed off, her anger faded slightly, replaced by uncertainty. Had it been right to leave the bleeding bitch lying there? She paused, glancing back. Well, there was nothing she could do now.